Kydah swam out of the cave where she had been sleeping, spear clutched in her hand. She looked around, making sure there were no other mer or sirens in the area. Okay, time to hunt then. She thought, letting go of her spear with one hand so she could feel the water currents. "Mhm…" She mutttered.
Morrigan sighed, slumping against the wall. Her eyelids drifted shut in a half-hearted attempt to bring about a few moments of sleep, but as usual, it didn't come, despite her nearly overwhelming exhaustion. Every time she was met with darkness, lightning flashed in her mind's eye. Storm clouds, conjured up by one of her many recurring dreams, parted to make way for a burst of blinding white light. Screams filled the air…
She sighed, opening her eyes again. After so many sleepless nights, one might have expected sleep to come rushing in. But not for her…
Kane leaned over the railing of the ship, breathing in the salty air. With the last lookout shift of the crew, his mornings always started early. The sky above him was slowly but surely turning from black to a light purple. Almost everyone else would be getting up soon but until then Kane took the few quiet moments to himself as he cleaned the cannons, preparing them for the day.
Oona was doing a morning patrol of the clans borders. Something about the ocean water around her seemed off. Restless almost. The way it caressed her sensitive scales was harsher than usual, almost as if the ocean itself was telling her something was coming. She frowned a bit, flexing her tail as she came up beside Kydah. "You feel it too?" She asked, her voice passing between them like a swift current.
(fuck me I can't believe I forgot to fill out Matthias's character template)
(is it too late to throw someone in?)
(Fuck this curse)
(do it people. toss them babies in)
(even without the template..?)
(up to you!)
(fuck it. imma throw him in like the chaotic gay uncle he is. just know he's a shortie at 5'8" and loves liquor and has a heavy southern "Texas cowboy" accent and that's all that's currently super important)
(Was he in that one rp with those college kids that investigated disappearances happening at their college? Where my chattacyer jumped in late?)
Matthias let out a groan as the rocking tilt of the ship rolled him out of his bed and onto the cold, unwelcoming floor. He vaugely felt the hard outline of an empty liquor bottle underneath his body, proding into his stomach as if to urge him to get up and start moving. "Aye, ya dissapointin' dildo. Enough o' that," Matt grumbled to hinself as he attempted to roll off of the bottle, only to hit himself against the wall of the crew cabin shortly after moving. His loud, frustrated groan seemed to have awakened some of the other crewmates in the adjacent room, as one of those pirates–as if on cue–banged his fist against the wall, grumbling something about hangovers.
(Was he in that one rp with those college kids that investigated disappearances happening at their college? Where my chattacyer jumped in late?)
(Yep. That was indeed him.)
(Yesss I love him)
(fuck it. imma throw him in like the chaotic gay uncle he is. just know he's a shortie at 5'8" and loves liquor and has a heavy southern "Texas cowboy" accent and that's all that's currently super important)
(You just discribed a pirate bromeo.)
(fuck it. imma throw him in like the chaotic gay uncle he is. just know he's a shortie at 5'8" and loves liquor and has a heavy southern "Texas cowboy" accent and that's all that's currently super important)
(You just discribed a pirate bromeo.)
(Nah. That's how he is normally. Multiply that by like 3 and now you have Pirate!Matthias)
(you're going to haunt me with that until the day I die, aren't you)
(fuck it. imma throw him in like the chaotic gay uncle he is. just know he's a shortie at 5'8" and loves liquor and has a heavy southern "Texas cowboy" accent and that's all that's currently super important)
(You just discribed a pirate bromeo.)
(Nah. That's how he is normally. Multiply that by like 3 and now you have Pirate!Matthias)
(you're going to haunt me with that until the day I die, aren't you)
(Sure tthing.)
Oona was doing a morning patrol of the clans borders. Something about the ocean water around her seemed off. Restless almost. The way it caressed her sensitive scales was harsher than usual, almost as if the ocean itself was telling her something was coming. She frowned a bit, flexing her tail as she came up beside Kydah. "You feel it too?" She asked, her voice passing between them like a swift current.
Kydah narrowed her eyes, twirling her s[ear a bit nervously. "Yes. The ocean is nervous, she is making us all nervous too." Kydah projected, her mouth barely moving as she did so. She still looked around, wincing every time a piece of sea debris brushed up against her smooth tail. She hated being here, but the mer had driven out the sirens so much that they hand ended up here, a hundred meters from a trash island. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration.
Leah sighed, looking up at the sky from her perch on the ship. The salt from the water leapt up and stung at her eyes. She heard a harsh voice call her name and jerked back to attention, grabbing her broom. She started sweeping the floor and singing softly to herself.
Sorry if that was really bad, I've never really RP'd before….
(It was great, dw!)
Morrigan picked herself up off the floor, swaying slightly as she made her way to the door of her small bedroom. Why has she even been on the ground in the first place? She couldn’t remember…. everything was so hazy in her mind…
Pushing the door open and travelling down the narrow hallway that led to the stairs, she began to climb up to the deck.
Matt let out one final, really heart-felt groan before pulling himself up in a sitting position against the cabin wall. A small grimace crossed his scruffy features once he recognized the footsteps of Morrigan passing by in the hallway. His foul mood dropped even lower as those footsteps gave Matt a sharp pain in his head. "Chef bett-r have tha coffee ready, else he's gonna say hello to tha fishies," he mumbled to himself as he staggered to his feet, and slowly but surely, by using the walls, guided himself out of his chambers and down the hallway all the way up to the deck.
It was only then, when the stinging sea breeze carressed his body, he felt an odd sensation amongst his leg hairs, as they were also played with by the wind. Well fuck me sideways wit' a swordfish. Aye must've lost mah trousers 'gain.
(fffffuuuck Red I love him so much xD
Also I'll have my character up hopefully tomorrow.)
(He is so amazing)
(👌 thanks guys. he was my first flirty chaotic gay character and i love any opportunity to use him again)
(He’s awesome, Oml)
Halfway across the deck, Morrigan turned at the sound of uneven footsteps behind her. At the sight of a half-naked Matt, she stiffened, taking a few steps backward.
You should be used to this by now, she snapped at herself, He’s drunk most of the time. Get your act together.
Kane sighed as the sound of people coming above deck interrupted his staring. “Morning Morrigan,” he said, turning and smiling at her. He looked over her shoulder. “Did Matty boy forget his pants again?”
(We stan a Disaster Gay!)
Leah heard voices from the ship and walked over, her wooden leg giving a loud thump with every step. She saw Kane, Morrigan, and-oh God. She quickly averted her eyes from the half-naked and very hungover Matt.
Kane sighed as the sound of people coming above deck interrupted his staring. “Morning Morrigan,” he said, turning and smiling at her. He looked over her shoulder. “Did Matty boy forget his pants again?”
“Yeah….” Morrigan muttered, diverting her focus from the drunken man and turning it to Kane. “What time is it?”
(I'm kinda tempted to have his pants either in the Crow's Nest, another random pirate's room, or clipped onto the flag line. Idk which I could go with. I can't stop imagining a siren just being like "i have your pants" and Matt just swandives off the ship like "give em back ya theif!")